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Jul 2014
let me write on joy for once
and not on this pouring, dripping mourning, no, because today
a dawn's sad weeping means nothing to me
but birth and beauty and beginning and the unalterable unarguable blueness
of the sky
for today at least.
Written by
Spenser Babyak
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